A river once flew.
with all it's majesty.
Giving life and love,
to a single tree.
And the tree grew,
Tall and strong,
But one day,
The river stopped.
And the tree did not grow.
It needed the river.
And it's roots shriveled.
And it's branches drooped
The water left.
And the tree stood dying.
Wishing, hoping.
That the water would come back.
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